John Donne quotes - page 3

For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not. (John Donne)
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks. View quote
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Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreth of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. View quote
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. View quote
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When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God; but to fall out of the hands of the living God is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination. View quote
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Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life. View quote
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp. View quote
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Who are a little wise, the best fools be. View quote
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. View quote
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Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. View quote
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I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born. (John Donne)
Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today. View quote
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Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick. View quote
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Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke. View quote
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The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love. View quote
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And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She. View quote
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So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away. View quote
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As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs. View quote
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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? View quote
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Hee drinkes misery, and he tastes happinesse; he mowes misery, and he gleanes happinesse; he journeys in misery, he does but walke in happinesse. View quote
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He was the Word, that spake it: He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it. (John Donne)
I know not what fear is, nor I know not what it is that I fear now; I fear not the hastening of my death, and yet I do fear the increase of the disease... my weakness is from nature, who hath but her measure, my strength is from God, who possesses and distributes infinitely. View quote
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Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes, upon one double string; So to entergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. View quote
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We understood Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say, her body thought. View quote
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How deepe do we dig, and for how coarse gold? View quote
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